There are shattered pieces of a broken beat on the sleeve where her heart used to be.

There's a wall of steel that's rusted, worn and fading,

Covering a hole where she should feel.

He stood alone and unwavering as he took a hammer to the wall,

Bending the fears of betrayal,

Mending the hopes of renewal,

Reviving a chance of love.

The wall crumbled at his feet and behind the dust he did see,

The woman of his dreams.

A woman whose sleeve was covered in the red of a broken beat,

A beat sewn together piece by piece,

From the love of she... and the love of he.

The love of you and the love of me.